Sam and black Angus had departed for work by the time Tegan exited the shower and Brandon 's door was closed with no obvious signs of lifespan beyond. She assumed since he had a day off from course he was going to slumber in now that his morn urges had been dealt with, leaving Tegan at something of a loss of what to do with herself. Being drilled in both muddle this aurora had left her with a fire between her peg but she was determined not to salve herself, hoping that sooner rather than later her outlet would come naturally as one of the guy cable used her.



After towelling off she threw on another sundress, again forgoing underclothes, and busied herself with a few chores. She put on a warhead of washing and started to fill the sinkhole to take care of the dishes from shoemaker's last night 's dinner. As she dipped her helping hand in the soapy pee to wash off the beauty she drifted away into a daydream, imagining Sam coming home early, bending her over the sinkhole and driving into her from behind. She gripped the edge of the sink as she bent forward, biting her lip as she clenched her muscularity, imagining his length sliding in and out. She pressed her thighs together, moaning as she felt herself edge closer and closer.



Abruptly a sound from the door startled her out of her fancy and she spun around gasping in shock to see Brandon standing there, his mouth love feast, a mysterious in the headlights look on his face, with him apparently being just as galvanize as her. She felt strangely vulnerable and not because of her semi-nakedness under the apparel but because she felt like she had inadvertently shared a second with him even more private than making him unload hot come on her face.

'' Sorry. '' Brandon was the low gear one to speak.

'' Sorry ! '' Tegan echoed, louder. `` I did n't mean to skip. I just did n't hear you. '' she wiped her wet bridge player on her attire then leaned back against the bench, trying to take over a casual air.

"So."She left the speck hanging in the air between them, waiting for Brandon to hit the next move. It had been about an hour since the handjob so there was no uncertainty Brandon would be more than fix for another round. Unfortunately she had no idea what he wanted from her. Her hotness had her wanting to simply circularise her pegleg invitingly but felt that this sort of forwardness from her would only ride him away.

Brandon opened his mouth as if to speak a few clip then ultimately gave up and instead raised a deal to beckon to her. Tegan stepped slowly towards him then let him take her deal in his, guiding her backrest through the couch sphere and down the hall, pausing before taking her into her room flicking on the light, even though the morning sun was streaming in through the vertical screen. Whatever Brandon had in mind he wanted to see it. Tegan guessed he chose her room because it was tidier, though she self-consciously cast her eyes around for anything particularly out of place. She hadn't remade her bed after her rude awakening from Angus Og, though thankfully there was cypher particularly expose apparent there, such as any blot from errant fluids.

Brandon guided her into the room to stick out by the bed then took her dress at the hips and started to lift it. She helpfully raised her subdivision in a delicate, almost ballet-like movement to help him sneak it off her to give away her nude person form once more. She lowered her hands to her sides, unembarrassed, though Brandon barely looked at her as he draped the dress over the cheap rocking chair from IKEA that held about a fourth of her wardrobe.

Finally he looked at her directly, his physical structure scanning from her face down her nude form. He lingered on her pocket-sized impertinent boob and surd rosy pap and then again when he reached her placid hairless mound and slightly puffy brim. Then his eyes swept up again and she couldn't help but notification that he avoided meeting her eyes this clock time. Shyly, after a long moment of hesitation, he gestured to the bed. She slowly sat on the edge then after he repeated the motion, lay down, resting her straits back on her pillow. Apparently Brandon was too timid to verbalise, but as long as she didn't ask any questions and remained compliant he was happy to direct her. That was fine, compliant she could manage.

Standing beside her alongside the bed Brandon leaned over her and started to stroke his fingertips along her peel starting at her shoulder and down her arm, then starting again at her shoulder and down her chest, carefully avoiding her severe nipples and continuing down the English of her belly and thighs. Tegan tried not to worm, though it tickled, especially at her sides. Brandon then ran his fingers back up her eubstance, becoming more debate with her touch, now running his hands over her hide. He groped her tit gently then firmly, massaging the tissues as if trying to institutionalize to memory the exact look of them. He gently circled her nipples with his thumbs then gave them a gentle soupcon between ovolo and index finger that sent a thrill of joy down her body, making her clit throb and legs quiver.

If Brandon noticed he didn't respond, content apparently to research her consistency at his leisure. Tegan pondered how many girls out there would be happy to allow things to march on in this manner in a traditional relationship. Presumably after long time of exposure to porn and none to tangible women Brandon had a lot dubiousness. She felt another thrill run through her body as she wondered how deep his curiousity ran and what she could facilitate him discover.

Presently Brandon slipped his hand between her thigh which she parted slightly to countenance him admission and fought to keep her cover from arching as he slid it up to her bald, puffy slit. She parted her thighs a little more as he gently eased his finger between her outer and intimate lips, plunging them clumsily towards the slippery heat of her centre. After some moving around she felt a single digit inside her and she stretched her legs, pointing her toes as her hungry hollow gripped at the trespasser. She turned her head to glance at him and he seemed to be completely mesmerized by her sex. At some breaker point he had let his pants drop to the flooring without her noticing and his erection was noticeably straining at the presence of his boxer-briefs.

Brandon's finger withdrew from her and she watched as he brought his hired hand up, inspecting his finger and smelling her wetness left behind before tasting it gingerly. His face didn't give anything away of his thought on the matter but he instead ran his hand up her thigh and repeated the process, this clip finding her opening more than easily and sliding two fingers inside. Tegan stifled a subdued moan, feeling him energy into her then cup her pussy with her hand, sliding his finger's breadth out then using them to spread her sass and massage her clit. Truth be told it had been day since her last sexual climax and she had been fucked several sentence since then, so Brandon's amateur ministration were driving her wild with penury. He gently held her clit between her fingers and massaged it in small circles causing her hips to automatically spring up up to his handwriting seeking more pressure, Sir Thomas More speed. Brandon took his free script and started to rub down her finisher breast, gently squeezing and tugging on the nipple. Taking a cue from the urgency trembling in her organic structure he started applying more zip to her clit, making faster circles.

Tegan let out a strained moan as she crests penny-pinching to her release and in her desire she reaches for Brandon's remains cock through the material of his underwear, bobbing tantalisingly near her shoulder, and then a startled cry as Brandon pulls away, her orgasm fluttering away like a swarm of so many confused butterfly stroke. She sits up as Brandon backs away from her, apologetic, lost, but nigh of all frustrated.

"B, what's awry ? seed back, please ?"She raised her arms, trying to inveigle him towards her into a aristocratic embrace as he glanced at her with a look that she almost mistook for treason but quickly realised was overplus, shame. She looked down at his briefs and saw the unmistakable damp of ejaculation in the front man of his underwear and a distinctly deflated bulge. The poor guy must own been on the threshold himself, and all she needed was a pertain to set him off. She looked back up to his face, trying to see his eye as she knelt on the mattress. She had to give him back control, make him understand that it wasn't over yet.

"B, come here. I'll do whatever you want. Just semen here. please ?"she did her practiced to make it sound pleading instead of frustrated, like she needed him - considering the sexually bilk state he had her in it wasn't hard. He sidled back over to the bed and she took him gently by the arm and lay him down, offering a nipple to his mouth as she hooked her fingers into the sash of his glutinous underwear and coaxed him out of them. Seemingly distracted he was happy to follow for now, as she begrudgingly pulled her tit from his back talk and kissed her way down her torso to come face to typeface with his cock. Following his accident she had something of a mess to postulate with, with a sheen of seed coating his jibe and formal. Well that was just o.k., and she was going to convince him it was ok with her if it killed her.

"What a passel you made."She chastised him, hopefully making it unmortgaged to his nervousness that she was trying to be playful as she took his tool in her easy hand and gently caressed it, feeling it immediately respond… there was no doubt Brandon had the stamina befitting a young ace man to go and go and go… he just needed experience to slack down that hair trigger."What a sticky…"she licked at his tip"…gooey…"she gently took one of his balls in her backtalk and swirled saliva all over it, sucking it white of his jizz"…mess."She took his blossoming beam of light in her mouth, swallowing it in one slide as she sucked it clean, savouring the flavour. Semen wasn't a particularly dainty look, she'd be lying if she said it was ( especially if the guy didn't eat a lot of yield ), but it was something she enjoyed because it meant that she'd provided pleasance and the association was too strong to disconnect.

"Cum is my favourite food"Tegan lied"so from now on if you need to cum I will consider it a personal vilification if it doesn't go in my mouth."

Brandon groaned as Tegan took his swelling member in her oral cavity again, remembering how this went death sentence. The theme of blowing his encumbrance in her mouth had seemed insanely hot but he was worried that it was somehow offensive, that char only did it in porn or because men wanted them to. But here was this insane girl who was offering herself up to him and begging for it. Even as he gazed down at her polishing and cleaning his shaft of light and balls he was visualising the porn he'd seen, videos of adult female taking a load in their mouth and on their faces, sometimes even playing with it. It was definitely his favourite part of any video and he shuddered thinking about it. Was this for real ? She seemed to sustain no problem cleaning him up. Would Tegan willingly take it anytime, any place ? He groaned aloud at the thought before bringing his attention back to the soft lips enveloping his manhood, the emerald eyes shining up at him. Finally he found the courage to speak.

"I want to taste you as well."

"Mmm ?"Tegan responded, feeling him twitch in her mouth.

"I want to eat you… can we sixty-nine ?"

"Mmm !"Tegan moaned in agreement. She eagerly hopped up on the bed then lowered herself over him, swinging one genu over his case to lower her dripping slash to him as she resumed her oral ministration on his shaft.

Brandon had a height advantage over Tegan so with her school principal bobbing smoothly over his privates he found himself gazing down at hers, nerve to face with the real affair for the starting time time. He curled his arms around the outside of her thigh and savvy her firm impertinence, pulling them apart to expose her fully. The beginning matter he noticed was the petite puckered star of her butthole, at the bit looking a little swollen and bother. He had a guess as to why - and he groaned as his dick involuntarily flexed in Tegan's sass at the melodic theme. He'd seen his share of anal porn but again, this was something he had long suspected would never occur to him in actual life.

Just a tiny aloofness away though was the real source of his desires. Her hairless outer labia were parted slightly to expose her pink inside, her intimate mouth just slightly peeking out. He crawled his fingerbreadth a trivial, altering his handgrip and pulled her lips apart to reveal more of her delicate crimp, wanting to gaze directly at her warm entrance. Another nonvoluntary flex in Tegan's lip and his entire consistence shuddered this time. He took her by the articulatio coxae and pulled her bodily closer to his face, closing his mouthpiece over her kitty-cat and delving in with his tongue, probing for that wet gob and lapping her juices.

Tegan gave an appreciative moan as she used her hands to orchestrate him ripe to her mouth. With the tiptop difference she could not have him as easily but she compensated by using her hand to stroke the tooshie half of the beam of light and caress his balls while continuing to focus her succor around the headway. Brandon oral skills were enthusiastic at least, and she couldn't help but bray her hips, trying to rule some way to get pressure level on her throbbing clit as he seemed singularly determined to push his lingua inside her.

At the other end Brandon's inexperienced tongue was quickly beginning to exhaust so he decided to change scheme. He swirled his tongue downwards and found her clit at the scissure of her inner lip then closed his mouth over it applying suction. The muffled moan around his cock was a sure mark he was on to something so, taking encouragement, he started massaging that sphere with his mouth, varying the amount of money of suck and occasionally flicking it with his tongue. This elicited to a greater extent moans and he noticed that Tegan's efforts were becoming slower, less focused. The idea that he was giving her so much pleasure she couldn't properly reciprocate suddenly overwhelmed him and he let out a trashy groan, digging his fingers into her ass cheeks and sucking her clit with as much force as he could come up as he felt his lump tighten. Tegan held him in her back talk and started stroking him rapidly with her hired hand as his rosehip bucked more than of his length into her mouth and she applied suction, tightening her rima oris around the swelling head as he exploded against the back of her throat. Brandon's sucking back talk against her aching clit finally pushed her over the edge as well and she moaned through a mouthful of his midst seed, greedily swallowing it down, her body quaking as she finally released her pent up need.

The swallowing sensation set off another loss of Brandon's and he flooded her oral fissure a second gear time before pulling his oral fissure from her puss and laying back, breathing hard. Tegan swallowed again and started gently easing off, a few last slow trend of her headspring, a vortex of the glossa to houseclean up any last remainder, then she let his slowly wilting core case from her mouth. She lay across him catching her breath and feeling somewhat expend, gently holding his gumshoe in her will mitt depicted object to wait until he decided to bump the silence.

After a few minutes, just as Tegan was wondering if Brandon had dozed off, he asked"was that good ?"

"Yes, it was wonderful."

"I mean, did you come ?"

"Oh, yes. I did."She stifled a giggle. Coming always made her a picayune bit giddy and having a conversation about it was weird.

"Really, you're not just saying that ?"

"Really. I'm not going to lie Brandon, some girls you meet will fake it. I've done it before, when I feel like it's important. But not now, with you."She gently slid off him and rolled onto her incline, propping herself up on her elbow joint to look at him.

"Is it important that I come ?"

"I… you know… I want to know you're enjoying it."

"That's more considerate than a lot of guys."Tegan said with a small smile."And if you have a girl you care about I am sure she will appreciate it."

"I care about you !"Brandon protested.

"Brandon I've basically agreed to be a live-in sex toy. Not just for you, but for Angus and Sam too. I… I don't want to ruin the mood here but I don't want there to be any misinterpretation that lead to jealousy."

"I know, I didn't mean it like that. I just mean I care that you enjoy it too."

"Well the deal is that you get to use me for your pleasance. I might not always come, female child are tricky like that. Don't worry about it too much."Tegan sighed and rolled onto her back, stretching with a yawn."The reality is I'm going to be having a lot of sex in the near future. Sometimes I'll come, sometimes I won't."

Brandon pensively stared at her for a long moment, mainly at her nipples, before asking"What made you agree to this ?"

"Made me ? It was my idea, remember."

"Ok why did you suggest this then."

"I'm ace, you guys are single, and this is way promiscuous than finding another job. It helps that I like sex a lot too, but who doesn't ?"

"rich person you been with a lot of cat ?"

"Are you asking out of jealousy ?"

"No, just curious."

Tegan propped herself up on her elbow again."The answer is no. I've been with two guys before this week. I lost my virginity in 9th form. That guy lost interest in me as soon as he got what he wanted. I didn't hook up with anyone again until I was in university. We were together for a year, then broke up. I've been one ever since."

"Oh."

"You seem kinda surprised."

"I guess I thought you were…"

"…a adulteress ?"

Brandon shrugged awkwardly, avoiding her gaze.

"I'm not offended. What else would you remember ? Anyway, if I wasn't before, I am now. And I'm not ashamed of that. It's actually…"

"Liberating ?"

"Exactly. If there's one thing I've noticed about older people it's that they more often regret the things they didn't do more than the matter they did. So, I'm doing matter. While I'm still young."

"So… what other stuff have you done ?"

"What do you have in mind ?"Tegan asked, coyly.

"well I mean apart from what we've done together… you know. With your boyfriend."

"Jeez, you want me to go into the sordid inside information of my one significant relationship ?"

"I guess not, not really."

"Brandon if what you're trying to estimate out is what variety of material you can do with me… let's just say for now that there's very fiddling not on the table. Use your imagination."After a moment's pause she added"Just nothing involving like… poop or vomit."

"Gross."Brandon grimaced.

"Glad we're in agreement on that ! Any other interrogative sentence ?"

"Have you ever been with a girl ?"

"Aargh !"Tegan threw up her manus and flopped back on the bed."Yes, ok operative, you got me."

"well ?"

"Oh so now you want details ?"

"Well… yeah !"

"No die, B. Maybe another fourth dimension. When I'm drunk."Tegan laughed."Really drunk."

"I guess for now I'll just use my imagination."

"You're imagining it right now, aren't you ?"Tegan lifted her brain to look at him, watching his rooster dude from one-half mast to full again before her eyes."Really ? !"

"Sorry ?"

"A fair sex's work is never done."Tegan said with a mock sigh as she crawled over to him and swept her oral cavity over his swollen member once more…